Chapter two of Resuscitate is now here! I had a lot of reviews and favorites and stuff for this story, I'm really excited. I meant to put this chapter out much sooner but procrastination and distractions got the better of me. But I'm glad you guys are liking the story! Hopefully I'll get some more readers with this chapter!
Gilbert POV:
Much to my disappointment, the sound I woke up to the next morning was the sound of my brother's voice.
"Gilbert, you need to get up," Ludwig's voice was stern and strong.
"Whyyyyyyyyy…?" I whined as I pulled the covers over my head.
"You said you would help Toris finish unpacking, you need to honor that promise," he said that like he was trying to guilt me into doing it. Not like that would've worked anyways. "Now get up," he commanded as he yanked the covers off me.
He quickly regretted that.
"Sie schlafen nackt?" He stared in horror for a moment before regaining his senses and quickly turning away.
"That's right! I sleep naked! Why do you think I tell you not to come in here?" I sat up but didn't bother to cover myself.
He stood there silently for a moment, unsure of what to say. "Anyways… you need to get up and help him…" He sounded flustered.
"Why do you care?" I asked, still a little peeved that he woke me up before I was ready.
"Because you always make promises that you don't keep; now get up and get dressed…" and he left the room and closed the door on the way out.
I sighed and got up out of bed and put on some underwear and pants. I sat at the windowsill and looked into Toris's front yard.
I saw him there, kneeling beneath a tree. He looked like he was planting something.
I opened my window. "Hey! I'm no botanist, but if you want that to grow I think you need to plant it somewhere where there's light!"
He was startled. He looked around, and then he looked behind him and up. He finally spotted me and he blushed. He stood up. "I wasn't planting anything, I was burying something…"
That actually scared me a little bit, because he didn't tell me what it was. But the hole wasn't big enough for a body so I didn't think about it anymore. "Okay…"
"I made breakfast, but I accidentally made too much so I have some left. Would you like it?" he seemed nervous as he asked me that.
"Hell yeah!" I quickly slipped on some shoes, pulled on a shirt and climbed out the window to the roof /awning thing that covered our front porch. Then I walked over to the drainage spout and slid down it to the ground.
I jogged over to Toris and he led me inside and to the kitchen.
He handed me a plate and I gladly took it. I stared at the plate for a minute because I didn't know what it was. "Umm…?"
"It's Grenki with sausages…" he told me.
"Yeah, I figured those were sausages," I pointed at them when I said that. "But what's Grenki?"
"It's a Russian breakfast food, it's fried bread essentially," he nervously replied.
"Oh, okay..." and I sat down at the table and ate.
"Would you like some strawberry jam for the Grenki?" he asked me, he hadn't moved from where he was standing before.
"Nah, I'm good."
Toris continued standing where he was. He didn't make eye contact with me either. And now that I think about it, he hardly made eye contact with me yesterday also.
"Toris!" I called his name as I was chewing a bite of sausage.
He jumped and looked at me. "Yes?"
"Dude, chill… and get over here and sit next to me. Talk to me and stuff, I hardly know anything about you."
"Oh… um… okay." He walked over and sat in front of me. "What do you want to know?"
"Why did you move here?" I asked him as I stuffed the last piece of Grenki in my mouth.
He didn't answer immediately. "I just felt like it was a nice time for a change," he replied with a half smirk. Only one side of lips went up and formed a half smile. He was lying.
I decided to call him on it. "Liar."
He blushed. "What?"
"You're lying… but I'll let you tell me the truth when you're ready." I stood up and put my plate in the sink. Then I walked into the living room where there were plenty of boxes left to be unpacked.
He quickly followed me. "Wait!"
I looked at him. "Ja?"
"You don't want to know?" he looked confused and a little nervous.
"Well yeah, but the point of me calling you out was so you know you can't pull the wool over my eyes. Not to get you to tell me the truth."
He grinned, he stood up straighter and the rest of his body relaxed. "Thanks…"
"Hey now, don't go soft on me yet." I grinned at him. "Let's finish unpacking the rest of your shit…"
He suddenly looked mad. "My stuff isn't… poo…"
I tried so hard not to burst out laughing right there. His face when he said 'poo' was awesome. He looked disgusted and amused at the same time.
"Wow… dude, loosen up. You can curse around me, it's cool. I hope you figured that out, considering I just cursed…"
"Well, yeah… But I usually don't curse. I don't like to." he was blushing again.
"And why do you keep blushing?" I was pretty much scolding him at this point. "Am I just too hot for you to handle?" I flashed him a grin.
His blush became a more vibrant red.
I snickered. "Kesesesese…"
He pursed his lips together for a moment before sighing and letting his face relax. "Let's just unpack my stuff please."
"Alright, alright…"
We each started unpacking a box. Some of the stuff that went in his living room and study was a-w-e-s-o-m-e, AWESOME! He had all sorts of swords and a coat of arms and a bunch of other old and awesome junk!
I asked him if we could duel with the swords but he told me he didn't want to hurt me. As if he could! So I kept pestering him about it until he finally said yes and he showed me the swords I could choose from and he chose his own weapon. Then he led me out into the backyard so we could duel and not break anything.
He won. He actually cut me too!
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed as he practically dragged me to the bathroom.
"Tor, calm down! It's just a flesh wound. I'm hardly even bleeding," I replied nonchalantly.
"But you're still bleeding!" He sat me on the toilet and pulled a first aid kit out from under the sink. He quickly rolled up the sleeve on my left arm and cleaned and dressed the wound.
"Thanks…" I told him. "You make a pretty good nurse." I grinned at him.
"Thank you." He put the first aid kit back under the sink and then looked back at me. "Now take off your shirt," he commanded.
"… Oh ho ho, feisty! I like it," and I took off my shirt like he said. Once I had pulled it over my head I could see him blushing. "What, am I too hot for you to handle?" I asked for the second time today.
"Why are you asking again?" he asked as he turned my shirt back outside in or inside out or whatever and examined the ripped cloth on the sleeve.
"You didn't give me an answer the first time."
He rolled his eyes then looked me in mine. "No, you're not too hot for me to handle. I've handled bigger and brawnier."
I immediately threw my head back and cackled like a mad man.
Once I calmed down some and looked back to him he had his face hidden in my shirt but I could still tell he was as red as cherry.
"Hey, calm down. It's no big deal… What do you need my shirt for anyways?" I asked, trying to change the subject so he'd stop acting like an embarrassed school girl.
He moved the shirt a little so he could see me with one eye. "I was going to wash it and sew it back up…"
"Oh you don't have to do that," I told him as I took my shirt away him. "I think it looks kinda cool this way," I said as I examined the shirt.
He snatched it away from me again. "No, I have to fix it." He left the room.
I quickly followed him. "Dude, I said you don't have to fix it. It's no big deal!"
He was in the living room already digging through the drawers of a table that had a sewing machine on it.
I quickly and easily snatched the shirt away from him while he was distracted.
"Hey!" he exclaimed as his head snapped toward me at the same time.
"I said, don't worry about it," I told him, determined to win this battle.
"But I messed it up so I have to fix it! Now please give it back!" He held out his hand as if I was just going to give it back to him.
"No, I said 'it's okay' and that means it's okay!" I held the shirt above my head so he couldn't reach it. That didn't mean he didn't try.
He stood on his tippy-toes, his right hand reaching for the shirt that I held in my left hand.
His body was practically pressed against mine and the ends of his hair tickled my bare chest.
I shivered.
He looked at me and blushed. "I-I'm sorry…"
"Don't be…" I told him as I dropped my arm and kissed him. It was a lustful and shameless kiss that could've only led to sex.
He gladly kissed back and with the same degree of passion that I kissed him with.
I felt him reaching for the shirt and I quickly threw it far away from either of us as I mumbled a "Nice try," against his lips.
I laid him on the couch as I straddled his hips. I was aroused and I could feel that he was too. That sweet pleasurable relief we both desired would not be denied by either of us, I would make sure of it…
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Sie schlafen nackt? – You sleep naked?
That's right; I ended it with them having sex. Why? Because I'm the author, that's why!
I'm just messing with you. I mean I can do that because I am the author but really I just got kinda lazy.
Do y'all like smut? 'Cuz if y'all do I'll write a chapter with them having sex. This means you have to review and tell me! ;)
Also, the 'having sex so soon' "issue" will be addressed in the next chapter.
Until next time…
~Fanime-Sensei~
